LochNess

There’s a mild discomfort in my stomach that I’ve been ignoring all day. Now, I finally have a chance to sit down and breathe as I dissect my thoughts like they’re part of some eighth grade science project. I have just come to the conclusion that I have been swallowing all my stress from this week… all the sharp pieces of tense conversations with co-workers, the gritty and demanding schedule, the salty tears from a rough night, the splintering comments about my personality, the sour realization that some people won’t ever change. I’ve been consuming everything, every last pathetic shard, and I feel helpless to let it all just roll off my back. What a perfect recipe for a stroke. I can’t wait for the day when my brain and my heart catch up with each other. I can’t wait until I can comfortably be on the same page with myself. Until then, I will slowly purge a stomach full of nothing and I’ll find rest.